Said where you going?
I saw an old lover in me
and she saw him in me too
We're all getting better at shit we do
Said where you living?
In the house of the mansion?
Do you bring it everything you own?
We're all keeping quiet below
I'm just writing on the road
Something on the road
Pump your tires and fill in the whole truth
We're all getting better at shit we do
I know when you're coming and where you're going to
There's mettle in the waiting for you